I broke Rags in Scotland with my Godmother. He was one of the few that we failed to long rein as he took off and was too strong for either (and both) of us to hold. So I simply got on him and from that day he never put a foot wrong. He came down to Norfolk as a 5 year old, won several red rosettes showing, played polocrosse (including making the National Novice finals) and jumped 4 foot. He eventually was sold to Germany where he was adored as a riding and driving pony.